I have a new watch with a clear face.
A clean, unblemished wheel of time.
Its life began now when I wound it.
I am like a God who gave away eternity,
and I will never be the same again.
I belong now to a realm of dimensions
where my life will vanish.
Where my life will never be measured
by the ache of a heart.
Where love can say I am yours forever.
For now,
I am a watch,
looking at seconds pivot around their track,
telling me that I am ordained
to have only so many,
and then it is over.
And people will ask how long did he live?
And someone who loved me will say,
until he turned on time,
and broke his heart
by seeing the end of what he thought
could never die.